It is the seventh day of September in the year 734 of the Southern Calendar, 147 of the New Calendar.
Lu Ran woke up on a huge round bed built above a pool, filled with fragrance, and this room was actually semi-open air.
Looking up, I saw that the roof was full of water vapor and there were dark clouds in the sky in the distance. It was a rainy day.
Where is this?
Before this first thought went away, I heard a rustling sound coming from behind the vase on the side.
"who?"
Lu Ran stood up suddenly and felt that his body had become much lighter. He almost flew out. He picked up the man and threw him into the open space in front of the big bed.
He was a thin boy of twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a scarf and a long gown, with a pen and ink hanging on his waist. He looked like a scholar. He looked up and looked at Lu Ran, which shocked Lu Ran.
This kid has black hair and black eyes, and his facial features look almost like his own.
"Who are you? Where is this?" Lu Ran felt a dull pain all over his body, especially as if there was a blacksmith living in his head, dinging, dinging, dinging, dinging.
The child suddenly flashed his big eyes and said hesitantly: "I, I... I just went to the wrong door."
"Then where is this place?" Of course Lu Ran knew that he was lying. He had practiced that calm expression countless times in front of the mirror.
"This is the Little God's Tianzi Room No. 1." The child answered simply.
"Oh, then who are you? Are you the boy here?" At this point, Lu Ran recalled that he had rushed out from the little immortal to chase someone.
"Yes, yes, yes, let me go see if the guest's breakfast is ready." The child, with a quick thought, coaxed and coaxed, and retreated.
Lu Ran didn't chase him. It was obvious that he was a child from a mortal family. Maybe he had strayed into this place by mistake. Maybe he was really a new boy.
Lu Ran sat on the edge of the bed, almost thinking about the blacksmith in his mind and couldn't figure out why he returned to the little fairy. Fortunately, not long after, Shinan pushed in from another side door.
"Why are you still sitting here? The second round of selection is about to begin." Shinan threw over a set of Ku Ling Dong's Taoist uniforms, "Quickly change into it, Master said, today you will represent Ku Ling Dong. , and after your diagnosis and treatment last night, you now owe him another 10,000 Extraordinary Products for diagnosis and treatment and medicine worth three Manli Pills."
Lu Ran said oh, and vaguely remembered that he used two pairs of armored horses... and finally hit a tree.
It seems that Insight Tianjun's superb medical skills saved him again. Anyway, since it is his investment, he deserves to continue investing in himself.
Lu Ran changed his clothes numbly and followed Shinan out of the side door, where Beiquan, who was a human-skin flying carpet, was waiting. Time was running out, so they decided to take the risk and fly directly from the little immortal to the 90th floor of Wanhuan Building.
Lu Ran smiled and said: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Beiquan, but I think if I fly like this now, no one will stop me. I made such a noise last night, and I didn't see anyone chasing after me."
After saying that, he yawned a few times, sat on the flying carpet next to Shinan's soft body, and hugged her waist.
I always feel like I've forgotten something important, but I feel so congested that I just can't remember it.
The flying carpet man Beiquan snorted twice, fluttered twice, and flew away with a whoosh.
Lu Ran couldn't help but looked back and saw that there were many red roses blooming on the wall next to the balcony. After the rain had poured on them, they became even more beautiful.
The breeze blew, the red color fluttered, and Lu Ran felt that his heart also moved.
He finally remembered Xu Fu.
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It would take more than an hour to get from the little fairy to Wanhuan Tower by walking, but it would only take an hour and a half by flying there.
It was really not easy to climb the human-skin magic carpet Beiquan. It was hard to climb up to the 90th floor. There were several small terraces there, which were the back doors for disciples like them.
After a much simpler inspection than the last time he entered, Nan Shi led Lu Ran straight to the central venue on the 90th floor.
Different from the 89th floor, the venue on the 90th floor has an oval-shaped arena-like design.
The rostrum is suspended above the ring, a suspended jade seat, like a white boat floating on a black lake.
In the center of the lake, there is a small lake center pavilion, which is actually suspended in mid-air. It looks like it should be an arena.
"Fortunately, the uncles are still reciting sutras. Come up quickly." Shinan pointed to another "small boat" opposite the rostrum. It seemed that that was where the forty-eight finalists in the first round were.
"Well...how do I get up there?" Lu Ran looked at the so-called jade throne, which was three or four feet high.
"It's all up to you. Someone has set up a magic circle in that place. People without promotion licenses can't get close to it, and neither can immortal power..." Before Nan Shi could finish her words, she saw Lu Ran stepping on a few roots. The tree vine that came out flew to the jade throne.
"Hey... keep a low profile." Looking up, it turned out that there was quite a commotion in the dark place.
The same is true among today's contestants.
"Oh, let me see who came so late. It turns out to be the Ranlu player who made a big fuss with the little fairy the day before the game and even asked Fairy Hanzhi to accompany him in person!"
"He's also the player who chased Fairy Yufu all the way into the city, causing half of the city gates to collapse!"
"You're still the top player who couldn't catch up no matter how hard you tried, so you had to go back to the Little God's Tianzi Room No. 1 to vent all night long!"
Weird rumors broke out from the mouths of a few good people, and the audience burst into laughter.
Lu Ran didn't tell the difference, he just remembered that he met the young man who looked like a scholar after getting up, and finally understood that this kid sneaked in just to make up these things.
The buzzing roadside news came.
Thinking of this, he smiled instead and glanced at his competitors while looking for seats.
To his surprise, among the forty-eight people, there were actually several unlucky ones who were absent because they could not cross the height of three to four feet.
That is to say, maybe you have top-level luck, but if you don’t have any strength at all, that won’t work either.
The remaining group of people are all the chosen ones who want luck, luck, strength and strength.
Among them, there are actually two familiar faces.
One of them is Li Chunming, who sent himself back to Wanhuan Tower in the tavern a few days ago. He still looks the same as before, wearing a gray and white plain clothes, carrying a strange-looking pistol, and looks a little depressed. But everyone can tell that he must be a proud person.
He sat alone in the corner, his head lowered, not even looking around.
Another familiar face has already come up to me, "How about it? You didn't expect it. I also advanced. I didn't tell you before, just to give you a surprise."
It was player No. 182, Chu Yi.
